I SUPPOSE before I start this I should warn you that I'm about to ruin the ending to a film that's out in the cinema in Coventry at the moment.

Forewarned is forearmed and all that. Otherwise, I may end up in the situation where nobody wants to talk to me anymore.

That's what's happened at home.

My husband is in a sulk, and all because I made an assumption that he'd know the ending to a classic film.

Call me naive, but I was under the impression that everyperson alive knew the story of Charlotte's Web.

You know, Charlotte's Web, the one about the pig and the spider who make friends.

It's one of those books that you either got read to by a doting parent, or were forced to read at primary school (or in my case, were taken to see as part of the Saturday Morning Pictures).

Either way, a bit like when you watch a James Bond film, it doesn't take a genius to work out that at the end James is going to live to spy another day, and in Charlotte's Web, what with the average spider's life span being one season, it's pretty inevitable that this isn't going to be a "they-lived-happily-ever-after" scenario.

So yes, I may as well come out with it.

I told Paul that the spider dies. I gave away the ending.

It was a simple mistake, we heard an advert for the film on the radio, I said: "That's the film where the spider dies, isn't it?"

Paul was aghast: "You've just give it away!" he said.

Apparently this is tantamount to treason.

It's funny; I didn't really take Paul for a soppy, children's film fan, him being so hooked on shoot-'em-up action films and the Saw trilogy.

I practically had to blackmail him into coming to see Happy Feet with me.

Perhaps I was wrong. I do have to admit that if, say, at the start of The Sixth Sense someone had said to me "oh Bruce is already dead".

I may have wanted to attack them with the sharp end of a wet tea towel, but Paul is a grown man who barely has time to take the bins out, let alone take time to go and watch a cartoon about a spider called Charlotte who is going to leave this earth as a result of natural causes.

"So you wanted to go and see it did you?" I said.

"I might have done," he said defensively, "but I won't now you've ruined it."

He did it in that mock joking way that makes you feel a bit uneasy. I tried to laugh it off but there was a tiny part of me that suddenly thought, perhaps he enjoys being dragged to see this kind of film more than he's prepared to admit.

I think he might be hormonal.

He has started looking longingly at box sets of Thundercats and expressing a desire for a son to teach the ways of Liono to.

I'm going to try to redeem myself by letting him tell me why Anakin Skywalker went over to the dark side.

Punishment indeed.

By the way, sorry if you haven't seen The Sixth Sense... it just slipped out.